I was sitting in my bedroom, clothes scattered about my floor, my short, dark, brown hair sticking up everywhere, with a laptop in my lap as I sat in my bed, editing 'Queen At 12 Years?!', first book in my Pixiphobia trilogy. I had just finished writing the rough draft of book three, and really wasn't in the mood to do anything but edit. I had started the trilogy after reading the entire Artemis Fowl series. I uneasily glanced out my window. I'd been very jumpy since about a month after finishing book two of Pixiphobia. I felt like I was being watched, every second of every day. I thought I was going nuts.
Anywho, I then continued to edit. Then I stopped. What if the reason I felt like I was being watched was because I was? I climbed out of bed and opened the window. By now, due to all the research I did after reading the book series, I could speak gnommish fluently.
"If any Fairies are out there, I give you permission to come in! I really could use a friend. I'm so eccentric that no one likes me much. MAYBE YOU COULD INTRODUCE ME TO THE FOALSTER OR MULCHY-POO!" I shouted out the window in gnommish. My neighbor, who happened to be out on a midnight walk, looked at me like I was crazy, but then again, I felt crazy myself.
I backed away from the window and waited, then I saw the haze as it floated into my room. I stared at it, focusing hard as my brain struggled to slow the vibrations down in my head. After a few moments, I could make out who it actually was, though her shield was still up.
"Holly?!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted at how I took a stab in the dark and didn't miss, "Captain Holly Short?! What are you doing here? Am I in trouble?" I giggled slightly, "How are things with Trouble by the way? Trouble is a pretty funny character… Though honestly, Root was funnier. Too bad he had to die in Opal Deception. I literally screamed when that happened and I threw the book across the room, then I picked it up and apologized to it which made my Mom look at me like I was crazy, even though she does the same thing when authors do that…. Now I'll stop rambling so you can explain why you're here, watching me…"
She turned off her shield and face-palmed, then she looked at me, "You are Cheyenne, right?"
"Call me Shay. Cheyenne is boring and I hate it. Shay McNeill. Author, Artist, and Genius extraordinaire. Nice to meet you Captain Short. Are you real? Or am I hallucinating or dreaming? If I wake up and this was a dream, I'll die. Then I'll go back to fangirling and writing Artemis Fowl fanfictions with my best friend, Andi. She has 7 of the books on her Kindle, and I own hard copies of Opal Deception and The Last Guardian. I'm letting her read my Last Guardian copy, and I told her if she ruined my book, I'd ruin her face, also, Gnommish is really easy to learn and decipher, like the coded messages at the bottom of the pages in each book."
"I am real, and you are in trouble, sort of."
I nearly screamed, "OOOOOOOHHH! Does that mean I get to go down into the Lower Elements with you and I get to talk to the Foalster and Trouble and maybe even Mulchy-Poo?! If not, can you take me down there anyway?!" I was fangirling to the extreme, "Just, go back outside for a moment and I'll call you back in when I'm dressed. These are only pajamas, and I need to change the password on my computer so my sister can't get in to my stories and change stuff, like Perrianerriousa's name or Claudina's husband's death… Oh, I cried writing about the good King Nrenighnx's death. My friend Josie nearly killed me over it, since Nairy was her favorite, along with Sky, who really hates Nrenighnx because he enjoys getting on her nerves and he hates her as well…"
Holly sighed, "Alright. Seems like you're insistent. Is it possible you could stop rambling?"
"No. Now go. I'll call you back in in a second."
The elf left, flying out the window. I closed the window and the curtains and dressed in a pair of dark skinnies, my black knee-high boots, and a simple gray, tight shirt with a ribcage and realistic heart on it. I fixed my hair and put on my black fedora. I changed the password on my laptop and put the laptop in its case, then got my black five subject empty notebook and a sketchbook and a mechanical pencil from my desk and loaded it all into the computer case. I then grabbed my camera case from my closet, which already had all my stuff for my camera, including the camera, inside of it.
"Holly," I called, opening the window again, "I'm ready to go. Are you going to use a gravity belt, or is there a shuttle parked nearby?"
"We're going to use a gravity belt to fly to the shuttle." Holly said as she entered the room again. She seemed frustrated as she hooked me up to the gravity belt while I adjusted my computer case strap on my shoulder and my camera case strap around my neck.
We flew out the window and I actually shut up, for once not saying a single word. The experience was… How can I say this… gut-wrenchingly terrifying? I was afraid I would fall, though I knew I wouldn't. My mind was flying faster than we were, and several thoughts kept hooking on to my brain and these thoughts only caused me more anxiety. I took a deep breath. A few moments later we landed, and I was glad.
She unattached me from her gravity belt and escorted me into the shuttle. I sat and quickly buckled myself up. Seeing as I wasn't by any means the most comfortable person in the world with flying, I think the fact that I'd managed to keep my cool up to this point was astonishing. I knew that I would no longer be calm once we took off. My mind could only think of one thing then, the fact that we could fall out of the sky and die. I couldn't even fly in an airplane with lots of other people without crying.
She climbed in and closed the shuttle door. After running a few checks and buckling herself in, we took off. She piloted us to the nearest shuttle port, in California, the ride taking about three hours, and I nearly puked. By the time we entered the Lower Elements, my face was completely tearstained from crying, but I was once again calm. I was still silent which was odd.
We got out of the shuttle and made our way to LEP headquarters and she lead me into the Ops. Booth. I took one look at Foaly and nearly fainted. There was a centaur, a REAL centaur, right there in front of me, and not only was it A REAL CENTAUR, but it was also Foaly, the funniest and smartest centaur in the universe. I literally stood in the doorway staring at him for a good five minutes before I just moved over and sat on the floor against the wall. I looked at his screens.
"Hello, Foaly, er… Foalster, uh…. Hi. I'm Shay. Holly just brought me here and I'm trying my best not to fangirl excessively due to you and you looking just how I imagined and AHHH!" I squealed. I was in the presence of Foaly, and I couldn't keep myself from squealing because of his awesomeness. Poor Foaly. I'm sure I hurt his ears with my squeals. Sorry Foalster. I didn't mean to. I just couldn't contain myself.